mssjiggs

Commercial Assistant at an LA based Talent Agency. I think TV gets a bad rap. Or is it wrap? Or is it rep but the english language has been slaughtered so violently that it really doesn't matter what it is anymore? Whatevs, I am too lazy to google it.

Adventures in almost unemployment

So I am coming up on my finale to my office job. I have a little over 2 weeks left (though one is Thanksgiving week so that barely counts), and I have had a couple of bites but no… umm… swallows… in the job hunt. I have interviewed at some major studios and I am still waiting to hear from one while the other promises to bring me back in when another position opens up. This is all fine and dandy and I should consider myself lucky to have had those interviews but let’s face it, I have 2 weeks before I don’t know where I am going to get money from ever again (besides my awesome parents and the occasional aunts and uncles during Christmas and birthday celebrations).

So today, I broke down and applied for Starbucks because as I found out at a temp agency meeting a few weeks ago, I would make more than I do at my current job if I worked for Starbucks, I would have benefits, AND I would get free coffee. I thought I would be depressed about applying to a job that didn’t require my degree or the 2 years of experience I now have, but honestly, I welcome the idea of having a “social” job again.

I miss people. I miss being active. I miss standing up. Honestly, how sad is that? I sit for 2/3 of my day and sleep for the other 1/3. So the idea of working at a place where I get to interact with people and STAND sounds like a wonderful break from the office grind.

Looks like I might spend my coming weekend walking up and down Vermont Ave applying to jobs at little shops because that sounds like a wonderfully charming change.

Or, you know, if you have any ins with development at major studios… I am open to that to… I guess :)

ATTN: Improv/Sketch/Stand-up/Actor Friends!

One of my former improv teachers is teaching a 1 day character workshop this December! She is a Second City-Chicago and iO alum and currently teaches at both of those LA institutions. Message me for details!

sweet jesus. I walked by this man on Monday outside of my work. He was smoking a cigarette on the sidewalk and I had to use every fiber of my being to not look him in the eye and promptly faint. I did feel his eyes on me as I walked by though and it is nice to know that for a brief 2 seconds, I was on Ryan Gosling’s radar. I still get shaky just thinking about. sunnymenagerie: sweet dreams indeed

sweet jesus. I walked by this man on Monday outside of my work. He was smoking a cigarette on the sidewalk and I had to use every fiber of my being to not look him in the eye and promptly faint. I did feel his eyes on me as I walked by though and it is nice to know that for a brief 2 seconds, I was on Ryan Gosling’s radar. I still get shaky just thinking about.

sunnymenagerie:

sweet dreams indeed

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-saturdaynightlive: Until I was 30, I dated only boys. I’ll tell you why: Men scared the sh*t out of me. Men know what they want. Men own alarm clocks. Men sleep on a mattress that isn’t on the floor. Men buy new shampoo instead of adding water to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo. Men make reservations. Men go in for a kiss without giving you some long preamble about how they’re thinking of kissing you. Men wear clothes that have never been worn by anyone else before. OK, maybe men aren’t exactly like this. But this is what I’ve cobbled together from the handful of men I know or know of, ranging from Heathcliff Huxtable to Theodore Roosevelt to my dad. The point: Men know what they want, and that is scary. What I was used to was boys. Boys are adorable. Boys trail off their sentences in an appealing way. Boys get haircuts from their roommate, who “totally knows how to cut hair.” Boys can pack up their whole life and move to Brooklyn for a gig if they need to. Boys have “gigs.” Boys are broke. And when they do have money, they spend it on a trip to Colorado to see a music festival. Boys can talk for hours with you in a diner at three in the morning because they don’t have regular work hours. But they suck to date when you turn 30. Mindy Kaling on Why You Need A Man, Not A Boy | Glamour Magazine I am loving this Mindy Kaling media blitz. (Photo: BUST Magazine)

-saturdaynightlive:

Until I was 30, I dated only boys. I’ll tell you why: Men scared the sh*t out of me. Men know what they want. Men own alarm clocks. Men sleep on a mattress that isn’t on the floor. Men buy new shampoo instead of adding water to a nearly empty bottle of shampoo. Men make reservations. Men go in for a kiss without giving you some long preamble about how they’re thinking of kissing you. Men wear clothes that have never been worn by anyone else before.

OK, maybe men aren’t exactly like this. But this is what I’ve cobbled together from the handful of men I know or know of, ranging from Heathcliff Huxtable to Theodore Roosevelt to my dad. The point: Men know what they want, and that is scary.

What I was used to was boys.

Boys are adorable. Boys trail off their sentences in an appealing way. Boys get haircuts from their roommate, who “totally knows how to cut hair.” Boys can pack up their whole life and move to Brooklyn for a gig if they need to. Boys have “gigs.” Boys are broke. And when they do have money, they spend it on a trip to Colorado to see a music festival. Boys can talk for hours with you in a diner at three in the morning because they don’t have regular work hours. But they suck to date when you turn 30.

Mindy Kaling on Why You Need A Man, Not A Boy | Glamour Magazine

I am loving this Mindy Kaling media blitz.

(Photo: BUST Magazine)

I honestly think this needs to be every image on my dashboard. over and over and over. kdgzz: RIP Steve Jobs. 

I honestly think this needs to be every image on my dashboard. over and over and over.

kdgzz:

RIP Steve Jobs. 

I will not play at tug o’ war.
I’d rather play at hug o’ war,
Where everyone hugs
Instead of tugs,
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug,
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.

— Shel Silverstein (via sophiestclaire)